Two years ago, it was like any day usual. I went to school, to my classes, sat right next to my friends, had maths, german all that kind of things. And honestly, I do not remember how I found it or how she gave it to me, but when I came back to my seat there was something lying on my desk, some large post-it with handwriting. It was a poem from one of my favourite writers: Rilke. I was excited and touched that the friend had made the effort to write it down with the purpose that she could give it to me. Friend said that when she read it, it had reminded her of me and our friendship. Since then I had pinned it on my wall above my desk at eye-level so that I could read it whenever I wanted to. But later when I moved out to go to college I totally forgot about it. Until when I was back home for the last weekend, staying in my old room and looking around, I got my eyes caught on this post-it. Here it is:
Wie soll ich meine Seele halten, dass sie nicht an
deiner rührt? Wie soll ich sie hinheben über dich
zu anderen Dingen? Ach gerne möcht ich sie bei
irgendwas Verlorenem im Dunkel unterbringen
an einer fremden stillen Stelle, die nicht
weiterschwingt, wenn deiner Tiefen schwingen.
Doch alles, was uns anrührt, dich und mich,
nimmt uns zusammen wie ein Bogenstrich,
der an zwei Saiten eine Stimme zieht.
Auf welches Instrument sind wie gespannt?
Und welcher Spieler hat uns in der Hand?
O süßes Lied.
(Rainer Marie Rilke)